Simulacreality

Simulacreality
 
This virtual life
like
optifast food
all the stuff that is necessary
but without the need
to chew
and savor life
on a juicy level
 
Digital Diversions
synaptic submersions
in this dotcom conversion silicon chipped reality
 
Digital Digressions
Telecom Transgressions
Why all this depression with advanced technology?
 
is it so far and far ahead?
genuine life, is it dead?
 
So I touch you via keyboard
reach your shoulder with my mouse
sit sit sitting here
inside 
my neglected house.
 
I look at this one eyed monitor
as if it held the sybillic answer
 
I look at this Cyclops monster
viral neural necromancer
that it is
 
where is the whiz kid
to solve the solution?
 
 
this potent pollution
 
this thief of life
 
or do we barter
life for speed?
 
is efficiency 
really what we need?
 
Where is the barometer
the whirling dervish dancer
 
to show us 
God is in the electrons
but not in the images they create
 
just an amazing fake
this gigagod
in a supreme 
spider 
web
 
We need to
surf 
the beach sand
not
this kind of silicon
 
Less it create a 
glassine
stare.
 
no drug induced reality here
 
forget heroin
forget coke
the ecstasy of the day 
is digital
 
We need
to see 
that yes, 
God 
can be 
everywhere
 
but Spirit
is
more easily 
seen
away from 
computer 
glare
 
I need a new thermometer
to diagnose this numb butt cancer
 
where is the answer to this riddle,
Hey diddle diddling in my thoughts?
 
This sphinx grins
at me
and then
 
laughs
in ones
and oughts.
 
Annie Miller   June 22, 2000
 
 
 
aught .... I aught ... I aught to
aught a
could a
would a
should a
 
 
Sad News today ...
 
Grammy is gone, she left us today ... first more fever and then a deep then deeper sleep. 
No pain, just a sense of her sighing, so long.
 
I left a little myself I think ... as well. I need to come back and face my feelings full force. I miss her ... I hurt so much for family in pain and I feel frustrated that there is not a damn thing I can do really to help their sadness. But most of all, I regret not BEING with her more ... I regret so MANY THINGS I DIDN'T DO WITH HER! Lately I have been so caught up in Me ME ME ... that I haven't made seeing her the priority that it should be.
 
So now I sit here instead of at the funeral home and I think of her and wish I was a poet .. wish I had time when the muse was here and the words flowed instead of me trying to steal time from sleep when I need rest. I had the words in the car rushing to checkmark off another line on my list. I never seem to have the necessary elements all at once. 
Its a constructive paradigm ...
 
I either have the words ...
or I have the time.
 Before 6-22-2000

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